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Zephyr
"To everything there is a season." Ecclesiastes, Pete Seeger
Through green leaves and golden tresses, blew
Summer breezes when we were two.
Then Autumn, by ones, by twos, by threes
Swirled amber leaves off of the trees.
A white Winter storm, I was bereft,
And only leafless branches left.
A Spring zephyr on a sunny day
Told me, "Everything's OK".
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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